DasTuff! Lyrics

Been known to drop a bitch off like I'm Luka

Pass it to my Shoota

Aim for his medulla

We ain't playin Call of Duty

It's attachments on the barrel

Attachments on the clip

Oh you funny, Will Ferrell

Always talkin out your lips

You would think I'm paraplegic, how I keep it on my hip

You would think the way I'm speedin that I wanna crash the whip

I don't wanna die today, but I might fuckin' die today

Every time I drop a song, it's like a fuckin' holiday

Every time you drop a song, I listen, it is not okay

You still hung up on a bitch, yeah, the one that got away

Boy, that's tough

250 for the sneakers

Boy, that's tough

And 250 for a feature

Boy, that's tough

Turn the shit up in speakers

Boy, that's tough

I turned a bitch into a tweaker

Push a button on the dash, this bitch blast off in an instant

You can't see inside 5% the windows tinted

Blood up on the bottom of my shoes these is Christian

Louboutin steppin I ain't talkin' the religion

I won't chase a hoe

That ain't never been my interest

Smile, shining gold

Yeah, I gotta thank my dentist

All I drop is hits

Yeah, I guess that's why they flinchin

His whole damn style swear he got it off of Pinterest, whoa

Can't pick which one I want I had to eenie, miney, moe

Left him frozen when I upped it cuz he know I let it go

I'm the coldest motherfucker swear that I can make it snow

I'm the coldest motherfucker, I just had to let you know

250 for the sneakers

Boy, that's tough

And 250 for a feature

Boy, that's tough

Turn the shit up in speakers

Boy, that's tough

I turned a bitch into a tweaker

Boy, that's tough